A Life in Parentheses

I spend a lot of time actively rooting against myself. Part of me wants to succeed (however that may be) so badly. I want to create and ...

My middle child is a risk taker. She's beautiful and feisty and a button pusher (both figuratively and literally. If there's a ...

Before I had kids, I didn't know... Well, I could end that whole sentence there, really. I didn't know so much. I wasn't prepa...

To keep with my goal of posting at least once a week, I should have had something up four days ago. And I tried, I really did. But I'm i...

Sometimes when I'm struggling with what to write or how to put a certain idea into coherent sentences (read: all the time), I plead with...

Picture this if you would: A rapidly aging mother (who is no longer considered to be in her mid twenties, thanks so much for that heads up, ...

I was a fresh faced, barely 19 year old when Dan and I got married. Nineteen , y'all. If you would have asked me at sixteen when I thoug...